Welcome to The People’s Book Club™, where we gather around with Beet Mocha Lattes and munch on Beet Biscotti and discuss the very latest in Progressive literature - reading that promotes and validates our Progressive values while relentlessly condemning all things capitalist and conservative.

Ken Follett’s Fall of Giants, the first novel in his extraordinary new historical epic, The Century Trilogy, was an international sensation, acclaimed as “sweeping and fascinating, a book that will consume you for days or weeks” (USA Today) and “grippingly told and readable to the end” (The New York Times Book Review). “If the next two volumes are as lively and entertaining as Fall of Giants,” said The Washington Post, “they should be well worth waiting for.”

Winter of the World picks up right where the first book left off, as its five interrelated families—American, German, Russian, English, Welsh—enter a time of enormous social, political, and economic turmoil, beginning with the rise of the Third Reich, through the Spanish Civil War and the great dramas of World War II, up to the explosions of the American and Soviet atomic bombs.

Carla von Ulrich, born of German and English parents, finds her life engulfed by the Nazi tide until she commits a deed of great courage and heartbreak. . . . American brothers Woody and Chuck Dewar, each with a secret, take separate paths to momentous events, one in Washington, the other in the bloody jungles of the Pacific. . . . English student Lloyd Williams discovers in the crucible of the Spanish Civil War that he must fight Communism just as hard as Fascism. . . . Daisy Peshkov, a driven American social climber, cares only for popularity and the fast set, until the war transforms her life, not just once but twice, while her cousin Volodya carves out a position in Soviet intelligence that will affect not only this war—but the war to come.

These characters and many others find their lives inextricably entangled as their experiences illuminate the cataclysms that marked the century. From the drawing rooms of the rich to the blood and smoke of battle, their lives intertwine, propelling the reader into dramas of ever-increasing complexity.

As always with Ken Follett, the historical background is brilliantly researched and rendered, the action fast-moving, the characters rich in nuance and emotion. With passion and the hand of a master, he brings us into a world we thought we knew, but now will never seem the same again.

Very impressive indeed, but I can write a more concise blurb that sums up this daunting doorstop of 900+ pages in only four words: Leftwing good, rightwing baaaaad. Yes, comrades, that’s pretty much the whole book: Animal Farm without the animals and offensive, lame “satire.” ~For leftwingers, as we all know—whether they are Democrats, British Labour, Socialists, or Communists—are kind, wonderful, big-hearted and open-minded people who care and think of nothing but raising awareness of the need to make the world a better place. Granted, the Communists in particular do tend to break more eggs than the others. But they mean well, for they’re only trying to “protect the Revolution” (or as Obama would say, “guard the Change”) and someday, when people even kinder, more wonderful, with bigger hearts and minds so wide open that you wonder if everything within has spilled out and there’s nothing there anymore—well, once those people are in power, the world will be that gloriously better place, and there’ll be no more broken eggs. Rightwingers, on the other hand, are stupid and evil and they lie. Why, there is utterly no difference between a Gestapo thug, a Tory MP, or the bitter clinger in Midwest America misguided enough to vote for a Republican. Yes, we all know that, too, but it never hurts to inform the masses of this fact as often as possible, so Comrade Follett takes great care to remind readers on just about every other page. Why, he just about pounded it into my head till my own mind split wide open and my brains took on the consistency of fine mush, so I must now rely on the government to tell me how and what to think.There are three types of characters in this book: Progs, almost all of whom run for political office because they care enough to help the less fortunate and thus make the world a better place; irredeemable rightwing Fascists who always get what’s coming to them; and people who could be Fascists and even flirt with it out of some pathetic need to be part of a cool “in” crowd, until they undergo a glorious epiphany and embrace the Progressive cause.For instance, the character of Daisy was a very spoiled rich little daddy’s girl who, if she’d been around today, would’ve chucked it all to join the Occupy movement. She reminded me of Rose in Titanic, who contemplated jumping off the back end of the ship rather than endure another dinner party with beautiful place settings, bountiful cuisine, and “the same mindless chatter”, yet found hope and a reason to get up in the morning via the simple joys of spitting over the ship's railing. Today she’d experience that same meaningful fulfillment by peeing on a police cruiser. Oh, and about the character Lloyd, who went to Spain only to discover “that he must fight Communism just as hard as Fascism”? Let us not be so quick to denounce him for thoughtcrime, for he is, in fact, a true Prog who reminded me of Jodin Morey. Yes, I speak of the same Jodin Morey who once donned an orange suit and black hood and went parading around the streets of Minneapolis to show his solidarity with the Gitmo detainees.As soon as he was confronted by the awful notion of having to fight Communism—in other words, as soon as he realized he didn’t feel that much solidarity with his chosen cause—Lloyd, like Jodin, quit and ran back home as if he’d just been shot in the back with a rubber pellet gun by police who confiscated his cell phone because they suspected it was a weapon, and didn’t even ask him more than once if he was okay. I only hope he remembered to take off his orange jumpsuit and cram it into a dumpster behind some little cantina before he hopped into his Prius and took off for the Pyrenees. And like all good Progs, Lloyd is a victim. You see, all his life he’d been led to believe that his real father was killed in The Great War before he was born. Years later, he finds out that he is actually the result of an illicit, albeit consensual affair his single mother had with a married man who’s still very much alive. Lloyd, being open-minded and tolerant, is pretty cool with that whole scene…up to a point. Let’s break it down: Father wasn’t really some nameless, faceless soldier killed in the Great War? No problem. You’re anti-war anyway, and you feel better knowing your father wasn’t dumb enough to get duped into fighting some illegal, immoral war to steal the Kaiser’s oil. Mother a slut? No problem. It’s just another lifestyle choice, and you believe in tolerance. Born out of wedlock? No problem. Not even back in those days. It’s just rightwingers who think you’re a dirty subhuman freak of nature because your parents weren’t married. But then you find out your father was really a titled member of the upper class British aristocracy. BIG PROBLEM! He could endure anything but that. (Well, that and fighting Communism.) Oh, the shame of it all! Indeed, Lloyd was so ashamed and enraged and horrified, and felt like such a dirty subhuman freak of nature, that I can’t for the life of me figure out why he didn’t go out and loot Harrods before burning the whole place to the ground. That’s what I would’ve done.But my absolute favorite part of the book has to be on pages 538-39, when this Russian general who sort of reminds me of our own Chairman Meow is fleeing Moscow ahead of the approaching German Army, and he’s driving a car with a piano strapped to the roof and some bimbo in the passenger seat and a whole lot of women’s underwear stashed in the trunk. He gets stopped and is confronted by a woman who reminds me of my own dear mother, Yelling Yelena—or maybe even my own younger, more winsome self. And when she finds out he’s stealing women’s underwear (could be that’s why he reminds me of Meow), she actually beats him to death with her shovel! That, for me, remains the highlight of the whole book.

Commissarka, let me be among the first to thank you for starting The People's Book Club. You see, after graduating from Public School, where I never really learned to read (but where I DID become proficient at beating up little geeks wearing glasses) I moved on to a university (of course, I didn't exactly "study" during my two years there before I quit, unless you count studying beer can labels and girly parts). So reading is just not something I do.

But here's what's wonderful to me about The People's Book Club - I can glean (is that a word?) so much information and gain so much knowledge just from reading reviews like yours, above! And without even opening the cover of a real book! Plus, I won't ever get sucked into accidentally reading anything unprogressive because I didn't know better before starting, and that will serve to protect not only my delicate sensibilities but also my 100% unfailing progness.

And in the news: Prince Charles is restless, irritable, dissatisfied, impatient, and Vewwy afwaid he's running out of time. He should pull an Obama and invite Lloyd to Clarence House for a beer so they could console each other. Knighthood and the Peerage are utterly debased anyway.But Real Books are serious stuff. A shelf of H.L. Mencken works wonders that would make Comrade Chris Mathews apoplectic. Mencken wrote, "Imagine the Creator a low comedian, and the world becomes explicable." Might I suggest the title of an great polemic that will lend true perspective to Follet's piece of werk and the critics of the New York Times praise of it. The Great Roob Revolution by Roger Price; Random House 1970. It's still in print and available from Amazon. And just for fun and some real reading pleasure, try 1632 by Eric Flint. The beltway politburo would excrete hard baked earthen building materials to know how discerning some members of the Proletariat are. I'm with the Party when it comes to avoiding Jane Austen's upper class Gothic garbage cuz it's dry, dull, boring, and the Regency period sucks. A good Prole wants amusement without pandering. It gets much tougher when you reach that age where every joint in your body is stiff but the right one and even good smut is no help.I await the next selection.

Comissarka Pinkie, I, for one, thank you for "taking one for the team" on this book. I have no idea how long it would take me to read 530+ pages of anything. I can't even count that high for toilet-roll sheets. As for, what, content? Characters? Substance? A book? ... I may be on overload here and am off to guvmint sponsored evaluation.... Just finished Daily Life During The American Revolution [First], Denneen & Volo (2003). Good stuff. Seems to be a series/theme by different historians, i.e. Daily Life During World War I, Heyman (2002), etc. Ordinarily I try to stay with original source material and not "interpretations." These seem to be fairly straightforward factual records based on original sources, as bibliographied. Pinkie! come down! Don't jump! Don't go there! It's not worth it!

I am having a sureness that the fire in the glorious new People's Book Club logo represents both a) the fire in our progressive hearts as we read the Current Truth™ and, b) the fact that non-progressive hate books will be immediately burned.

Comrades, it's time to reflect upon yet another right wing extremist book that no one in their progressive right left mind would ever read: "Trickle Down Tyranny", by Michael Savage.

A former friend of mine - fully denounced now, of course - told me that he is currently reading this book >spit< and that he's extremely impressed at the depth of information and quality of research that went into this exposé of Dear Leader and his communist cronies administration, including the histories and past exploits of many of the players. Savage pretty much covers them all, and my former friend (during a 10 minute visit I paid to him at the local gulag) says that it's a VERY interesting read, post election - now that Dear Leader has more flexibility and can finally, with the help of his commie pals czars and cronies friends, Get It Done.

Should you happen to run into this book accidentally, burn it immediately.

Psssst - Comrade Square, did that Mixed Metaphor Award come through for you?

I believe the most interesting and endearing part of any Ken Follett novel is how he can wedge, sandwich and/or poke graphic sex into the most unlikely situations. I hope not to be disappointed. After all, the people's free sex is integral to our revolutionary, universal appeal.

Comrades, it's time to reflect upon yet another right wing extremist book that no one in their progressive right left mind would ever read: "Trickle Down Tyranny", by Michael Savage.

Genius Comrade R.O.C.K.,Such is the pure genius that is your mind and your ways that I am reminded of a day gone by that has led us to ThisTuesday™. "Organize the intellectuals and use them to make Western civilization stink. Only then, after they have corrupted all its values and made life impossible, can we impose the dictatorship of the proletariat." ~ Willi MünzenbergPapa ROCKSTAR(Now with Beet Vodka) Savage is most definitely an "Intellectual" of Cubic proportions and adding a little essence of Taboo to his book will most certainly send the proles into a long line to catch a glimpse of his musings, then they shall understand why it need be burnt.Long Live the Yiddish Nation!! Long Live the U.S.S.A.!!!!

The uncontested absurdities of today are the accepted slogans of tomorrow. They come to be accepted by degrees, by precedent, by implication, by erosion, by default, by dint of constant pressure on one side and constant retreat on the other - until the day when they are suddenly declared to be the country's official ideology. ~ Ayn Rand

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